The realisation of self, must have happened underneath this tree, with gran'ma drinking her morning after 'go hlaola' (f7) tea.
Chances of a neighbour (or somebody walking past) to join her was high, she would then ask me or any of ditlogolo to make more tea. Which with good reason led us to hate 'visitors'.
They made us work.
yah Ne!
Those days actually for me were the times I didnot appreciate my granny and grandpa ...
But I look back all that wisdom I picked up ... danm man! ... I think I should go see mi grans de next few weeks ...
Ke s'tlhare sang seo ...? .... Namune ... or Ratsuru ... ?
viva l'orange!
Namune!
dope!
you go to Mpumalanga?
My grandmother lives there, so yeah, I do.
It should be around Marapjane...Lot of orange trees!!!
